Letter of Thanks to my
Supporters

TO A RECENT
contributor to the worldwide Fighting Fund which sustains
his International Campaign for Real History, author David
Irving wrote these words in February.

Sunday,
February 22, 1998

THESE
CONTRIBUTIONS are very important - until the day
comes when I (one day) publish my memoirs, you can
have no idea of how essentially I depend on this
assistance to carry on the fight for free speech,
and for what I call Real History. But there are
more than enough tell-tale signs that my campaign
is gradually eroding the opposition.
The major organisations of the Traditional Enemies
of free speech - the Anti-Defamation League in the
United States, and the Simon Wiesenthal Centres
that are mushrooming like Macdonald's hamburger
joints around the world are all pointing to the war
they are waging to silence me as being their main
campaign fund-raising activity.
It is rather an eerie feeling, standing at the eye
of the storm and watching it gathering in fury
against me from every point around the horizon.

My name is in the forefront, and through no fault of my
own. Louis Farrakhan, the Black Muslim leader, applies to
enter Australia: the Government allows him in, to the fury
of the Jewish organisations: the entire Australian press
then demands to know why in that case I cannot be allowed in
to lecture, on considerably more peaceful topics than Mr
Farrakhan.
I was given the chance to speak to the whole of Australia by
satellite television and explain the difference between the
two cases - namely, one of Colour. I have the misfortune, as
I put it, to be born white. Reverse discrimination rules,
even in Australia. My fourth daughter, who works in
Australia, is well out of it - although even she tells me
that last week there was a television satire on their
television, in which I was derided.I have however used the weeks since we last wrote to good
effect. I am putting the finishing touches to my
long-awaited Churchill's
War vol. ii, and I have - thanks to the
generosity of an English friend - set up a burgeoning
Website on the computer Internet where, notwithstanding
bigoted governments and visa bans, I can still speak to the
world. Into this site I am over the next few weeks packing
thousands of pages of documents which I shall then, by
direct mail, invite journalists around the world to
study.
The site is still under construction, but if you or a friend
has access to a computer you can watch the site grow before
your very eyes at www.fpp.co.uk (Focal Point
Publications is the publishing enterprise which I set up,
with great prescience, ten years ago.) I shall of course
also allow my opponents access to its pages, so that if they
feel I have maligned them, or written something wrong, they
can write in and I will post their replies too.

That is the difference between the kind of person I am -
and the kind of gentlemen they are. Unfortunately, some of
them have already vented their spite and spleen at me across
the electronic ether. One man with a German (not Jewish, I
hasten to add) name says that he is trying to find me so he
can kill me! He will find my skin tough enough to withstand
the vilest vampire's teeth.
Meanwhile my battles in the law courts here continue - that
is the immense struggle for which I am collecting the funds,
to provide the bare means to survive. Deborah
Lipstadt's lawyers, the notorious law firm of Mishcon de
Reya, finally served her list of defence documents one hour
before the due date last week. Her English publishers are
running out of time. The Observer newspaper and
their journalist Gita
Sereny are in real difficulties with their defence
against my other libel action.
In another, unrelated case a few days ago, when lawyers had
me before a judge in an attempt to ruin me, they tried to
serve papers on me outside the courtroom door - papers they
should have served months before! - and then those lawyers,
including a barrister, heard the judge, at my protest,
lecture them that under English law it is wholly wrong to
serve papers within the Law Courts. ("You are David Irving
the historian, I take it," said the judge peering benignly
over his spectacles. He knew the score all right.) He made
them pay the entire costs of the day, as a punishment. Most
of these people are going to regret the day that they ever
tangled with me.
As in any bitter dog fight, I do not emerge unscathed from
these battles, and the worst ones are still to come. My
family and I suffer in the strain. My work is delayed. I am
labouring with my fountain pen, or hunched over my
typewriter and the fpp Website, all night - until six
or seven in the morning some days. I am slimming down, as I
need my energy for the months to come. A three month lecture
tour of the United States is looming, beginning at the end
of March. More Real History - large helpings of it, - are on
the way!
Yours sincerely,